Laurel crowns cleave to deserts And power to him who power exerts; Hast not thy share? On winged feet, Lo! it rushes thee to meet; . . .

No man can claim to usurp more than a few cubic feet of the audibilities of a public room. . . .

The soul exists partly in eternity and partly in time.

Mortal men ask God for good things every day, but they never pray that they may make good use of them.

Artists in each of the arts seek after and care for nothing but love.

Why do we think love is a magician? Because the whole power of magic consists in love. The work of magic is the attraction of one thing by another because of a certain affinity of nature.

Everyone believes that he abounds in wisdom, but is short of money.